Vol. 1 - "A Flame Rekindled"

The Beginnings of the Knight's Journey.

1. Welcome to the Order

Welcome, traveler. You've stepped into something more than a store- you have entered into a story.

At the Knights Forge, each candle is handcrafted not just with beeswax and essential oils, but with purpose. Our desire is to help you build beauty, find meaning, and light sacred spaces withing your life, just as the Knight of Redemption did when he laid down his sword.

We hope you join us on this journey as we discover the tale of the warrior who found healing and peace in his life and transformed the lives of those around him. He used a simple candle as a point of memory, to share the major turning points of his life. and in doing so he helped those who were looking to have some point of peace also to have that one moment of calm and healing return to their life.

2. Scent of the Month: Lemon

Crisp and radiant, our Pure lemon Candle brings clarity to clouded thoughts and brightness to toe weary spirit. Known since ancient times for its cleansing and uplifting qualities, lemon burns here as a symbol of new beginnings.

Whether you place its by a window or beside a book, let this flame mark the first step of renewal.

3. Lore: The Knight of Redemption - Chapter 1

   The Wandering Begins

   
   
   
   

   

   
   
   
   

He was once known only by the weight of his armor, not his name. The battlefield behind him, the Knight walked in silence toward a land unfamiliar. There, he found something unexpected - not battle, not glory...but mercy.

In a land forgotten by many but remembered by the stars, there once rode a knight whose name has been buried by time, but whose deeds echo still in the flicker of a flame. 

He was a son of fire and storm-- his sword forged in grief; his armor darkened by vengeance. His heartbeat only for war, for the shouts of battle and the cries of his fallen brothers. Once, he was counted among the valiant defenders of a fractured realm. But when the banners of his homeland were torn from the walls and his kin cast into shadow, wrath took root in him like a thorned vine. 

For many years he rode alone, striking down those he deemed enemies of the light, but finding no peace. His sword drank deeply, yet his soul thirsted all the more. Victory felt hollow. The more he fought, the more distant his companions became-- until he could no longer recall their faces, only their deaths.

Then came the eve of his final reckoning.

It was beneath a twilight sky, where the mountains whispered old songs and the rivers ran silent, that he found himself before the ruined Chapel of the Redeemer. There, in the stillness he heard a voice not from without, but within. It was not the cry of war or the call to arms, but a quiet summons, like the soft breath of a candles flame.

There sat the King of Redemption-- crowned not in gold, but in thorn and glory. His wounds were not the marks of defeat, but of a willing sacrifice. His eyes, deep and endless, saw through the scars and shadows, into the boy who once believed in light.

And the King said, "You fight for the living, yet carry the dead within you. Lay down your sword, and rise not as a warrior of wrath, but as a bearer of the flame." 

In that moment, the knight fell to his knees. with hands trembling, he placed his blade upon the altar of Christ-- a final act of surrender. And where once a weapon had rested, now glowed a single, steady candle.

From then on, he was no longer known by his name, but by his calling: The Knight of Redemption.

He wanders still, not as a bringer of death, but as a healer of hearts. In every village and vale, he leaves behind not fear, but light-- simple beeswax candles bearing the warmth of mercy and the scent of old truths: lavender for peace, Lemon for clarity, Rose for hope.

Each flame he shares becomes a beacon, passed from hand to hand, home to home. -- until the whole realm is lit not by fire of war, but by the glow of healing. 

And so, the Kingdom of Redemption does not fade, but flourishes. For every soul who lights a candle joins the knight in his vow, becoming themselves a quiet flame in a darkened world. 

​"The sword is laid down.

The fire is kindled.

And the light does not waver."

4. Prose Reflection

The flame did not roar, it whispered. A single note of brightness, like sunlight through frostbitten trees. And in that hush, the Knight saw not what he had been...but what he might become. There is no shame in starting again. Only courage.

5. A whisper from the Hall of Honor

Deep within the forge, a new tradition is being kindled.

The Hall of Honor will soon open, Carved not in stone, but in wax and memory.

Those who walk faithfully beside us will be remembered in ways yet unrevealed. We say no more, but the flame knows who it burns for.

6. What to Expect on this Journey

monthly stories and lore from the Knights world.

Scent spotlights and ingredient transparency.

Invitations to help shape future scents and stories.

A mission rooted in service, virtue, and joy.

Until next the flame is lit, may peace keep you, and wonder guide your path.